“Waiting For The Storm To Come”

Sad eyes watch through fogged windows

As grey clouds pass overhead,

Waiting to release their shower of tears upon the earth.

Tired eyes stare through the misted morning;

No sun to be seen, it’s blocked by grey clouds

Waiting to release their shower of tears upon the earth.

Empty eyes gaze blankly at the clouds so far away,

Darkening with the intent to burst,

Waiting to release their shower of tears upon the earth.

Yet as land remains dry,

Vacant eyes watch forevermore;

Hoping, praying for the storm to come.